Welcome to my Inner World. I am a French self-taught artist, and these past twenty years I have made Norway my home. Moving to the Lofoten islands was the greatest present I ever made to myself and the Arctic landscapes are indeed a true treat for any artist’s eyes. I live with my British soulmate,… Continue Reading
I dreamed money… was falling from the sky, ha!ha!ha! It was night and I was standing on a balcony looking at a sort of wheel made of chiming bells which was revolving in the sky. From it came thousands of brown envelopes (with a transparent window) and one of them landed on my balcony. I just couldn’t believe it, there was money in it, perhaps 50 euros. Money doesn’t usually fall from the sky but if you bother going to the right place, at the right moment, the wheel of fortune will provide a little help. The card I was going to work on today is the Bell, by the way.
J’ai rêvé que l’argent… tombait du ciel, ha!ha!ha! Il faisait nuit et je me tenais sur un balcon, observant une sorte de grande roue formée de cloches retentissantes dans le ciel, tournant sur elle-même. De la roue, volèrent des milliers d’enveloppes brunes (avec une fenêtre transparente) et l’une d’entre elles atterrit sur mon balcon. J’arrivais à peine à y croire, elle contenait de l’argent, peut-être 50 euros. L’argent habituellement ne tombe pas du ciel mais si l’on daigne aller au bon endroit, au bon moment (si l’on se bouge le cul en sorte), la roue de la fortune procure un peu d’aide. La carte sur laquelle je comptais travailler aujourd’hui est la cloche, par ailleurs.
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I dreamed a girl came for dinner and during the meal, I found out she knew an old friend of mine who acted weird (from nice and very close she suddenly rejected me in a very crass way). I said to her “Ah! At last perhaps you could tell me what went wrong? I know she was not psychotic, but I would so very much like to understand”. She looked at me a while and then started to talk in long riddles, with sentences and images that didn’t make any sense. I actually had the feeling that only this fake friend could understand what it was about. So it seemed that the only option was to give up understanding. Then the girl took me out and we walked here and there. She showed me all sort of soils. There was an area where the soil was shaped in a multitude of ponds surrounded by long grass. A father was bathing there with his son and I really felt like entering the water. In another place, the soil had been dug around a huge tree in the shape of a circle along with a circular bench so people could sit around the tree. The girl said “let me show you something very special and rare”. She pointed at a vein of soil, it was darker than the other soils. She said “this one is very rich. It is compact, full of possibilities, highly concentrated in nutrients, all kind of things grow in it, but also very unusual things. But you can’t tame it into a garden, it’s totally wild, it goes where it pleases. Running across the world. Free”. I looked at the vein which was as dark as a chocolate truffle and the beautiful wild flowers growing on it, and said “oh… that’s my kind of soil!”. She looked at me with a little smile and said “yes”.
I dreamed I was in a big manor and it was night. It was also haunted and at midnight came a procession of creepy tricks orchestrated by the unconscious, a masterpiece of eerie horror and the supernatural. It was indeed scary but I was able to appreciate the genius behind it. Also, I knew that supernatural horror was a prelude to something else, something enchanting. And then came Loki. I was totally overwhelmed. I kneeled and talked to him “please, let it be real, please…”, I stretched out my arm towards him, hoping for the touch I longed for. And there I was, hugging him, my hands on his fur. I was so happy, so grateful for this wonderful moment. I even carried him a moment after that. And then we went to look for Lucy, I was so afraid I wouldn’t find her but there she was in the manor. I was surrounded by my two precious ones.
I dreamed I was in a room and through the floor there were some demons dragging the damned down to the Underworld. At one point, I couldn’t stand it anylonger and I challenged the demons by talking to the damned. I asked them “Why do you go down with the demons when you could go with the goblins, they too live down there and they are servants of the Soul, they will take care of your soul, they will even give you a new one. “. The flow of the damned started to go and search for the goblins and the demons were not too happy about that. Later in the dream, as the community was in better hands, I went to the Underworld to give a conference about goblins and the good they do to one’s soul.